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THERE WAS no time to think for Gyro and Johnny after they had seen your face. No time to think back on all the fleeting touches or the drawn-out gazes. No time to remember the way your eyes would sparkle when your hat failed to block out the sun from your eyes and when the bandana that hid your face crinkled with your smile. How soft your skin always was or how now and then your voice didn't sound very deep. The way you would worry and worry until tears dripped down your face and your hands curled into fists and your brow furrowed and...

"You have to be kidding!" screeched Gyro as he watched your limp body get pulled away by Diego and the dinosaurs below him and Johnny grew closer. Well, there was no time for thinking back on all the signs that you weren't a man because now you were surrounded by dinosaurs and Diego had grabbed hold of the scruff of your shirt once more.

"How much do you think we'll last until we turn into dinosaurs?" Gyro asked Johnny who had forcefully ripped his eyes off of you. Johnny's lip was tucked tightly between his teeth, looking far more distraught about the fact that you were a woman than Gyro had expected. Johnny had been fawned over by women in his 'Joekid' days so it made no sense, at least to Gyro.

"We won't last! We probably won't even last three minutes! From what happened with the bear, there's no more time!" Johnny cried as he pressed himself up against the rock face, hoping that Diego wouldn't be able to spot him. Gyro grimaced while the skin between his eyes and his mouth cracked open— there had to be some way to save you and get the corpse part at the same time, but how?

Gyro's brow furrowed at his thoughts. How could he even think of you right now? You had lied to him and Johnny for almost an entire month— about who you were, about your "sister", hell, even about the supposed engagement between you and Diego (which still bothered him). All the things he said when you both fought, in hindsight, were now very justified. The last thing Gyro would do was try and save some woman who had lied to him all these weeks. The woman who had gotten on his nerves from the beginning. The woman who always needed saving. The woman that made his heart pound with anger. The woman—

"I...thought you guys were going to let him kill me. I wouldn't put it past either of you, though. I'm sure I've been a pain."

Gyro felt his mouth run dry, the cracking only growing worse. You had been a pain. A terrible pain. One that had made his heart thrum with joy whenever you joked around with him. One that made him grin whenever you'd yell at him for being annoying. One whose glare had softened when he tended to your wounds. One who pushed aside the mutual grudge you both had for each other to make sure his sickness wouldn't worsen. One who had looked at him and Johnny with those tear-filled eyes, asking them to save you with just one simple look. You were a thorn in Gyro's side, yet he couldn't imagine a moment without you there.

It wasn't even like he was any better: hiding away his past from you and Johnny and going by his alias instead of his actual name. He couldn't leave you in Diego's clutches by that sort of rationalization. Gyro gripped the steel ball in his holster, eyes narrowing as the dinosaur villagers cawed and screamed shrilly. He froze in place, looking for a way to get to the corpse part. If they got there at least, then they'd fight off the dinosaur infection and be able to save you. Without it, there would be no possibility of saving you unless Diego turned him and Johnny back into humans after (and Gyro knew that wouldn't happen).